
It began as a cry from my anguished soul. A cry because the days looked so dark. The world itself seemed so dark and volatile. I would turn on the news to be met with the latest act of terror, the latest massacre of innocent lives. All I could do was drop to my knees, reach out...

It began as a cry from my anguished soul. A cry because the days looked so dark. The world itself seemed so dark and volatile. I would turn on the news to be met with the latest act of terror, the latest massacre of innocent lives. All I could do was drop to my knees, reach out...